Stifling a yawn, Sasuke leaned against her, dark head resting against her shoulder as the events of earlier slowly began to take their toll on him. "I don't remember him," he replied flatly, "but I don't think you're useless or intolerable. Maybe I used to, but kids are stupid, and even though some don't grow out of it, I'd like to think that I did."
He reached out and placed a hand over hers, wrinkling his nose at the black markings that wrapped his forearm. Usually they disappeared if he wasn't using his chakra, but they hadn't yet and it was starting to annoy him. "If I felt obligated to do it, I'd have stopped by now. Maybe I just want to talk for once."
Her hands were smaller than his, more refined, but every bit as dangerous if not more so. Living around Kabuto had shown him that hands capable of healing were also hands capable of inflicting severe pain and the fact that a medic knew the body's workings for healing gave them an advantage should they want to turn that against someone - a hard punch to the stomach could bruise ribs, but a punch to the stomach that severed veins and arteries, damaged internal organs, and shattered bones without having to hit hard was deadly. It intrigued him.
It was also a reminder to avoid getting on her bad side, because she was the only one he trusted enough to mend his injuries.